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Title: Walt Whitman

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Date: March 21, 1868

Publication information: The London Review and Weekly Journal of Politics, Society, Literature and Art 21 March 1868: 288-9.

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Whitman Archive ID: anc.00193

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WALT WHITMAN.*

THIS edition of Walt Whitman's poems has been specially prepared for the British public, is weeded of those pieces the occasional phraseology of which was found, in former instances, to shock many people, and contains specimens of every thing that is characteristic in the American poet's writings. Of pruned editions we have, generally speaking, an abhorrence; but in this case several chance expressions which Walt Whitman permitted himself were so very rude that his poems, as a whole, were deprived of that fair judgment which by rights belongs to every artistic work. Now we are far from considering Walt Whitman the merely blatant egotist which many English critics would have him to be; and we are glad that an opportunity presents itself to the ordinary English reader of estimating for himself the value of a writer who is almost new to us. Nor should we be surprised if the publication of this volume procure for its author a complete reversal of that vague opinion of him—founded almost entirely on hearsay—which has hitherto been current in this country. Walt Whitman is not an inflated Tupper. He is nebulous, mystical, sometimes incoherent, often laboriously "distinct" without being "clear"—according to Leibnitz's fine definition—but at no time does he fail to impress his reader with the sense that here is a man of power, a man capable of producing a definite impression on the mind. This is a result which never accrues from commonplace. Walt Whitman is, indeed, the Turner of poets.1 Sometimes you find a mere blurred mass of colour; then a piece of apparent commonplace; and then a picture which overawes the beholder. You may come to these studies with any mood of mind, and find it gratified. They will afford material for jokes; they will offer proof of the author's entire ignorance of or contempt for system and precedent; they will justify the wildest praise and the bitterest abuse. These are possibilities one does not find in commonplace; whatever the work is, it cannot be that. We have more than once seen the rather curious objection preferred against Walt Whitman, that the impression he produced on his admirers is simply owing to his talking largely and being incomprehensible. That, however, is a form of literature which so many modern writers have made us familiar, that every reader can at once deny the fact of any impression being produced by such easy authorship beyond that of insufferable weariness. The ordinary graces of poetry are not to be found in these poems. They are, as we have said, without system or precedent; the utterances of a man with an amazing belief, not in himself as an individual, but in himself as a spokesman of a new country and a new time.

"And I too of the Manahatta, singing thereof
—and no less in myself than the whole
of the Manahatta in itself."

Neither the dreams of Novalis nor the later speculations of Faraday2 are to be compared with that insistence of the mystic transmutation of spirit which this realistic and democratic poet sings. He does not worship the body, and passions, and infirmities of Walt Whitman; he worships these as all that he knows of humanity; and this is strikingly exemplified in a poem which has, unfortunately, but necessarily been omitted from the present edition. He seems to lose in his own mind all sense of the difference between the individual and the mass:—

"All architecture is what you do to it when
you look upon it;
Did you think it was in the white or grey
stone? or the lines of the arches and
cornices?
All music is what awakes from you when you
are reminded by the instruments."

Anthropomorphism of a subtle and indefinite kind seems to be his principle theme; an anthropomorphism, however, differing widely from that of the sensationalists. According to him, "objects gross and the unseen Soul are one;" while as to spiritual creations:—

"We consider bibles and religions divine—I
do not say they are not divine;
I say they have all grown out of you, and
may grow out of you still;
It is not they who give the life—it is you
who give the life;
Leaves are not more shed from the trees, or
trees from the earth, than they are shed
out of you."

As a specimen of what may be called his "prophetic manner," take the following striking passage, full of a shadowy, but real and impressive force:—

"What whispers are these, O lands, running
ahead of you, passing under the seas?
Are all nations communing? Is there go-
ing to be but one heart to the globe?
Is humanity forming en masse? —for lo!
tyrants tremble, crowns grow dim;
The earth, restive, confronts a new era, per-
haps a general divine war;
No one knows what will happen next—such
portents fill the days and nights.
Years prophetical! the space ahead, as I
walk, as I vainly try to pierce it, is full
of phantoms;
Unborn deeds, things soon to be, project their
shapes around me;
This incredible rush and heat—this strange
ecstatic fever of dreams, O years!
Your dreams, O years, how they penetrate
through me! (I know not whether I
sleep or wake!)
The performed America and Europe grow
dim, retiring in shadow behind me;
The unperformed, more gigantic than ever,
advance, advance upon me."

Such is the cumbrous and ungainly "method" of Walt Whitman's utterance; and that again is not unfrequently rendered more forbidding by an unnecessary diffuseness and what seems to us to be an intentional vagueness. That the writer of these poems—if poems they are to be called—is worthy of greater attention than has yet been paid him in England, we endeavored to show in a former article. For him, as for any other writer, we would bespeak a patient hearing. The material which he offers us is so novel and so bold, that we are ready to distrust any immediate critical estimate, and would fain see Walt Whitman pass into the crucible of popular reading. Mr. Rossetti, we think, has done his editorial work—in this case rendered peculiarly difficult—well; and we recommend the reader to pay careful attention to Mr. Rossetti's appreciate[ve] and yet impartial judgment of Whitman in the preface to the book. We should have preferred to the engraved portrait of Walt Whitman in the present volume a copy of the striking and picturesque photo of him lately taken in New York; but even the former will give the English reader some slight indication of the poet's features and expression. In other respects the edition is nicely got up; and we have no hesitation in commending it as an excellent index to the writings of a man who cannot be overlooked.

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Poems by Walt Whitman. Selected and Edited by W.M. Rossetti London: John Camden Hotten.


Notes:

1. Gottfried Leibnitz (1646–1716) was a German philosopher, mathematician, and scientist. J.M.W. Turner (1775–1851) was an English Romantic landscape artist. [back]

2. "Novalis" (1772–1801) was an author and philosopher of early German Romanticism. His real name was Georg Friedrich Philipp Freiherr von Hardenberg. In his "Miscellaneous Observations" (1798), he writes: "The imagination places the world of the future either far above us, or far below, or in a relation of metempsychosis to ourselves. We dream of traveling through the universe—but is not the universe within ourselves? The depths of our spirit are unknown to us—the mysterious way leads inwards. Eternity with its worlds—the past and future—is in ourselves or nowhere." Michael Faraday (1791–1867) was a British chemist and physicist who considered himself a natural philosopher. He contributed significantly to the fields of electromagnetism and electrochemistry, and he also had strong views regarding spiritualism. In the mid-1850s, he attacked spiritualism several times in newspapers and in lectures. [back]


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